Comfort Inn Real San Miguel
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- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Fitness/Health center
- Wheelchair accessibility
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... and 80s. Scared of the neighbouring socialist government in Nicaragua, the US funded a rightwing government and the CIA trained death squads who faught against the FMLN rebels who wanted a better life for poor El Salvadoran's. The FMLN stronghold was in Perquin, in the northeast of El Salvador. We went to go and visit the museum there to find out more. We stayed in the rankest rank of rankypants hotels where Alex found a bogey on his pillow. ...
... and it was rescheduled to the following morning. We sat down for a bite to eat, chatting to a couple from South Africa (Kelly) and Australia (Nathan) who both live in the UK. They started their trip in Chile and it was nice to receive a few pointer in places we still had to visit.
We were ready to tackle our first lesson of surfing. ...
"Hey", they shouted over to me – "today is the commemoration of the anniversary !!" . I had been trailing a Salvadoran family in a Suzuki SUV all the way up the Road of Peace (Camino de la Paz) towards Perquin, the former headquarters of the FMLN revolutionaries in Morazan Province. We both stopped at the Torola river and then continued up the road. I lost them, and then struggled for half an hour to get to ...
I found Glenda today, along with her two boys (Angel and Sergio) and the neighbours little girl Nicole. We met in front of her new house, painted light green. The galvanized zinc roof was on, the water was connected as was the electricity. A wall had been built all the way to the back of the lot separating her from the neighbors, and the enclosed area was full of chickens. They also built a ...
... the Pollo Campero sign had changed. When I went down to the bridge to take a picture of the volcano on the horizon, I was joined by a family that ran a tire repair store across the road. The father had lived in the Washington area for 5 years and wanted to talk about it. The boys wanted to look over the bike and check its tires. They became friends and signed my gas tank. I found I took way fewer photos today -- I had taken them all ...